Akira The Don - A River (MEDITATIONS VOL.1) lyrics

The body and it's parts are a river

"Everything is just an impression"
Said the Cynic
And the response is obvious enough
But the point is a useful one
If you take it for what it’s worth
The soul of man does violence to
It'self first
When it does it's best to become an abscess
A kind of detached growth from the world

To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
Which comprises the nature of all things

To be vexed by anything that happens
Is a kind of secession from Nature
And it comprises the nature of all things

The soul of man does violence to it'self
When it turns it's back on another
Or sets out to do harm
As the souls of the angry do
When overpowered by pleasure or pain
When it puts on a mask
And does or says anything
Insincerely and untruly
When it allows it's action and impulse to be
Without a purpose
To be random and disconnected
Even the smallest things ought to be directed
Towards a goal of a rational animal
Follow the reason and the law of the Gods

Momentary

Changeable perception:
Dim condition of Body:
Decaying soul:
Spinning around fortune:
Unpredictable lasting Fame:
Uncertain

The body and it's parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and it's parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion what can guide us?
Only philosophy
Which means keeping the demon in man
Free from violence and unharmed
Superior to pleasure and pain
Doing nothing without purpose no hypocricy
Randomly or dishonestly
Not dependent on any man
Doing or not doing anything
Accept what’s happening
Accept what’s happening (faded)
And all thats allotted as coming from thence
And above all that it accept death
In a cheerful spirit in a cheerful spirit
And as nothing but the dissolution of
That from what it is made
If it doesn’t hurt the
Individual elements to change
Continually into each other
Why are people afraid?
Of all of them changing separating
Its according to nature
And nothings evil that’s according to nature
Nothings evil that’s according to nature

The body and it's parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion
The body and it's parts are a river
The soul is a dream and mist life is warfare
And a journey far from home
After fame is oblivion